Beyond the Divine States Chapter 463: : Anonymous marriage book and the dream of circulation

In a palace carved with crystals, the marriage book between the fingers of Yechan Palace is like a maple leaf.

Ning Changjiu looked at the marriage letter, and the fingers between his sleeves trembled. At this moment, he felt that the world was clear.

Butterfly wind blew through the window and sprinkled golden awns in the courtyard. The light fell through the window onto Ning Changjiu’s cheeks. Light and shadow flowed past like water, and the quiet time was flowing in this same quiet image. .

Ye Chan Gong watched him, not knowing whether he was looking at him or the beautiful golden shadow floating on his cheeks.

After a while, Ye Changong's fingers shrunk slightly, as if he was about to take back the marriage certificate. Ning Changjiu's hand blocked all of this. His hand fell on the marriage certificate sometime, and pinched a corner of the marriage certificate.

Ye Chan Palace looked at him again, but did not immediately let go.

Ning Changjiu lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Master."

Ye Chan Gong just released his finger.

Ning Changjiu took the marriage certificate and gently placed it on his lap, without opening it, looking a little hesitant. Ning Changjiu had a kind of female emperor summoning himself to face saints. He went to the temple and did not get the imperial decree but was given a marriage. He knew that the object of the marriage certificate was likely to be the female emperor herself. Although there was secret joy in his heart, his own moral standards He didn't allow him to feel embarrassed.

Ye Chan Palace was the first to speak: "Don't you care who is the subject of the marriage certificate?"

Ning Changjiu wondered if there is a third person in this immortal world...

Of course, he knows that although the master looks gentle and simple, in essence, he is a girl who has planned the battle of hunting the country for thousands of years and brought history to this point with her own hands. After all, even if it is gentle and kind, like a marriage, there are orioles behind, not to mention the master... Therefore, Ning Changjiu did not dare to answer this question rashly for a while.

Ning Changjiu said: "Since it is the marriage contract made by the master, of course I care about it."

Ye Chan Gong said: "You don't need to be cautious. If you want to see it, just open it and have a look."

The more plain Ye Changong's words are, the more disturbed Ning Changjiu is. Similarly, he is also very curious about the content of the marriage letter.

Since the teacher has spoken, Ning Changjiu also opened the marriage certificate with a calm expression, showing a pampered look.

In the hall, the two sat quietly facing each other like this.

Ning Changjiu's eyes fell on the marriage certificate.

The content of the marriage book is very simple. It is probably a good day and a good time, making marriage together, being a companion, keeping the white head's covenant, and the red leaf alliance, etc., but its pen is brilliant and tender like a tea core.

Ning Changjiu saw the end slightly nervously.

There is no name at the end.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and said, "Master, what does this mean?"

Ye Chan Palace took out a pen, handed it to his hand, and said lightly: "You can write down any name."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and said: "Any name?"

Ye Chan Gong nodded: "Yes."

Ning Changjiu said: "The people who can be in love with me are all married couples..."

Ye Chan Gong said softly: "If you miss them, you can also write down their names."

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, and said: "Can Master connect with their dreams?"

"No." Ye Chan Palace said: "This is the realm of immortality, and it is inhuman. My dream realm cannot be linked across borders."

Ning Changjiu is even more curious: "Then what will happen if I write down their names?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Don't forget that this is a dreamland. Since it is a dreamland, everything can happen. As for whether they can happen, it depends on whether you dare to think."

"It just depends on whether I dare to think about it?" Ning Changjiu stared at the marriage letter, his calm mood stirred up waves.

Ye Chan Gong said softly: "Well, this is a dream, it belongs to your dream. You can write your name on the marriage book at any time."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head, and said: "But the dream is false after all."

Ye Chan Gong said: "It is because people live too sober too often, so they need the falsehood of dreams to comfort their souls."

Ning Changjiu felt reasonable, nodded, accepted the marriage letter and pen, and thanked Master again.

"If I fill in my wife's name, then...where will the master be?" Ning Changjiu asked in a low voice.

"I will be in an invisible place." Ye Chan Gong said.

"Master, will you look at us?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Are you not used to my gaze yet?" Ye Changong asked rhetorically.

Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered that, in the unobservable, Master can clearly see his daily life, just like...Xiang'er.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Has the master been watching? How about comprehending...?"

Ye Changong nodded calmly and said: "It's commonplace, that's it."

Ning Changjiu felt that the roots of his ears were hot.

He didn't know what to say for a while, and couldn't help but recall the master in his memory... Throughout history, even when they were husband and wife, Ye Chan Palace seemed to have always been like this. There is always a sense of inadequacy.

Of course, he did the same when facing her.

Is this the inherent barrier between the sun and the moon?

Ning Changjiu was speechless for a while, just saying: "Thank you, Master, my disciple... boldly accept it."

Ye Changong shook his head lightly, his meager lips moving, "You are my apprentice, and I will take care of you for your life."

Ning Changjiu said: "The disciples have been loved by Taoists, and there is no regret in this life. There is a master to accompany you here, let alone extravagant thoughts."

Ye Chan Palace said: "That is you outside the dream, and you are still a lonely person in the dream."

After Ye Chan Palace said this, he stood up and walked into the thousands of white yarns in the center of the Taoist Temple. The white yarns fell down, and the girl's figure and shadow moved gracefully, like the lonely wind staying in the white yarns.

Ning Changjiu wanted to get up and said that he was not alone, but he was holding the marriage book, and his fingertips were scorched like a fire. He opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything, just watching Ye Chan quietly. The palace walked into the white yarn.

Like lotus root flowers hidden deep in the fog.

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By the pool in the courtyard, fish are floating, fins are like thin wings, and the invisible wind is supporting them.

Ning Changjiu sat on the table, looking at the chessboard with nineteen lines crisscrossing, randomly placing black and white pieces on it.

He replayed the game between himself and Master yesterday.

These days, they occasionally played against each other. Ning Changjiu refused to admit defeat, and continued to increase his chess power, but there was still a gap visible to the naked eye from Yechan Palace.

He repeated the game again and found that no matter how he played, he seemed to be unable to beat her. This was a gap in pure computing power, a gap that could not be crossed in a short time.

Ning Changjiu smiled slightly. At the end of the game, he began to pack the pieces for himself, gathering black and white into their respective places.

In the world of immortality, he does not have supernatural powers. As the master said, he is just a patient who is recuperating. Today's work, rest and habits are also like an elderly person who has nothing to do.

Clearing up the mess, Ning Changjiu sat aside, looked at the floating fish, and unconsciously took out the marriage certificate.

He tried to write a word on the marriage letter, then he pressed the word with his finger and found that the word can be erased...

Can I change the name at will? Master is so sweet.

After learning that the name can be changed at will, Ning Changjiu's psychological burden was much lighter. He was bolder, picked up the pen, pondered a little, and planned to try the power of dreams first.

Ning Changjiu picked up the pen, and after hesitating, wrote the word'Zhao Xianger' on the marriage letter.

As soon as the three characters Zhao Xianger fell, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard. Ning Changjiu raised his head in surprise, and after saying please come in, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Xianger opened the courtyard door and walked into the house.

I saw Xiang'er casually wearing a phoenix skirt, half-tied and half-draped, the skirt was hemline, the inner skirt was soft and loose, and the delicate shoulder clavicle was exposed. She hugged the book and pressed it against the soft spot. She walked in with her ink hair like this, and sat down casually beside Ning Changjiu. The book was spread on the table, lying weakly between her elbows.

"Xiang... Xianger?"

Ning Changjiu blinked and looked at the lifelike girl in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't tell the dream from reality.

When Zhao Xianger heard his yelling, he raised his head and asked: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Xiang... how come here?"

Zhao Xianger said: "This is Three Thousand Worlds. Where can I go if I don't go back here?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned, and he realized that he was no longer in the unobservable, but in the three thousand world... the dream is changing so fast.

Zhao Xianger stared at Ning Changjiu, and said: "Why do you look a little guilty?"

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was slightly different: "What is my guilty conscience?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Did you hook up some little girl outside without telling me?"

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "I don't have any."

Zhao Xianger snorted coldly, "Where is it? How can it mean that the little girl didn't hook up, or that the little girl didn't have to hide it from me?"

Ning Changjiu's ambiguous words were exposed by one sentence, and he couldn't help but feel that Xianger's intelligence was in his heart.

Ning Changjiu laughed at himself: "I'm already struggling to deal with Xianger, how can I have the rest?"

Zhao Xianger looked at him suspiciously, her eyes moved slightly, and said: "Why do you look so weak?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I recently fell ill, so I am weaker."

Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyes, moved closer, and asked, "What is the disease? Do you need my Highness's help for treatment?"

Ning Changjiu looked at Xiang'er's disheveled appearance. She, who is usually dignified and dignified, is very cute and attractive at this moment.

He relaxed a little and said: "It's Sixiang'er's lovesickness."

Zhao Xianger's eyes are sharp: "No!"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Ning Changjiu felt a little inexplicable.

Zhao Xianger said: "You said you got lovesickness, but if it was caused by me, now I am back, your illness should be cured, but why are you not getting better? Say! You Who is thinking about lovesickness?!"

Ning Changjiu was shocked. He never thought that Xiang'er in the dream was so sharp. He arguably said: "This is...well, the inertia of illness."

Zhao Xianger couldn't hear it at all. Her face was restrained and lazy, and in a moment of majesty, she rubbed her small fist and walked towards Ning Chang for a long time, "Don't you say it? You want to quibble?"

Ning Changjiu explained: "I'm really sick, and Xianger is not like..."

"Shut up." Zhao Xianger had come to him, her face was sullen, her body pressed against him, but a cold smile appeared on her face: "I can cure your disease. Yeah, as long as you die, it won’t hurt, right? So...you can stay by my side forever..."

Ning Changjiu's heart is dreadful, thinking what's going on in this dream, is the Xianger in his dream so blackened?

He realized that it was not good, Xiang'er's small fist had already banged up, he was instantly smashed into the sea of ​​clouds, the smoke was noisy, he grinned hoarsely in pain, seeing Xiang'er about to rush again, he quickly took out the marriage certificate , Erased the name.

The dream collapsed.

Ning Changjiu woke up from unobservable.

The butterfly on his arm flew away in shock.

Ning Changjiu rubbed his eyes and found that he was sleeping on the chessboard, and the fish flew around, feeling at ease.

Is this... a dream in a dream?

Ning Changjiu opened the marriage book, and the name on it was blank.

The Xianger in the dream is too fierce. If he can't move in time, whether he can wake up alive is a problem...

Ning Changjiu stared at the marriage letter, and after hesitating for a while, he didn't believe in evil, and wrote Lu Jiajia's name again.

He entered his dream again.

When he woke up, he found himself in a familiar wooden hall.

Well...this is the wooden hall of the Heavenly Sect of Yujian.

He raised his head and found that many people were looking at him. Among them were many familiar faces. He couldn't remember the names of the teenagers. The girl who stared at him fiercely, um...it seems to be Le Rou, Ning Xiaoling also sat not far away, looking at herself with sympathetic eyes.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and found that Lu Jiajia was standing in the lecture hall, with a ruler in his hand, looking at himself like a knife.

Ning Changjiu realized what was wrong.

Soon, Lu Jiajia's scolding sounded coldly.

"Although you have become an inner disciple, you can't be so arrogant and complacent, sleeping in the wooden hall all day long, how decent you are, even if I can tolerate you, the ancestors' rules can't be tolerated! If you are a teacher, if you ignore it, The gate rules of the sword hall are empty words."

Lu Jiajia walked in front of him, Bai Shang was like snow, with arrogant eyes and deep reproach in his eyes.

"Put out your hand!" Lu Jiajia was full of prestige when he was a teacher.

Ning Changjiu looked at Lu's marrying fiercely, full of nostalgia, but nostalgic, nostalgia, can't just be beaten like this.

"What about another hand?" Lu Jiajia saw that he only stretched out his left hand, and the ruler had fallen.

Ning Changjiu was in pain, with the other hand in his sleeve, he quickly erased his name quietly.

The dream collapsed.

He woke up again in unsightly.

Ning Changjiu sighed and rubbed the palms of his hands, still feeling a little pain...How could the marriage be so fierce, hey, if it weren’t just now, I would have taken the wedding ruler and beat her to the sword. A meal.

Ning Changjiu looked at the marriage letter and tentatively wrote the word "Siming".

This time, after he woke up, he found that he could not move. After struggling, he found out where he seemed to be tied up.

Opening her eyes, Ning Changjiu watched Si Ming sitting in front of her, still looking like a silver hair in a black robe. She was sitting with her legs folded, and she looked very beautiful and charming. She saw Xue Ci looking at herself, love wafting in her cold eyes, but she was holding a long slender whip in her hand.

And I... was actually tied to the cross frame? !

What kind of upside-down dream is this?

Ning Changjiu quickly tried to find the marriage certificate to reset his dream, but he did not find the marriage certificate.

"Husband, what is this?" Si Mingyu shook his hand while holding the marriage certificate, "I found this on you."

Ning Changjiu pretended to be crazy, "Hmm? I don't know, Xueer, can you get closer, let me see."

"Xue'er?" Si Ming's eyes pierced slightly.

Ning Changjiu realized that he had called the wrong thing. He combined his situation and tentatively said: "Snow Porcelain? Si Ming? Si Ming?"

Si Ming's eyes were sharper, as if the wind and snow were blowing.

"My lord, your Royal Highness?" Ning Changjiu gritted his teeth, reluctantly.

Siming's expression eased a little now. She unfolded the paper and said: "Read the above content to this seat."

The life in the dream is very prosperous, with the queen's unique coldness in the words.

"Sir, can you move closer?" Ning Changjiu whispered.

Si Ming nodded lightly and moved closer.

Ning Changjiu immediately hit the marriage book with his head, wiped his forehead and erased his name.

When Yu Buguan woke up, Ning Changjiu looked at his freely movable hands and feet, and he was relieved. He patted his heart, still having lingering fears.

Ning Changjiu looked at the Taoist Temple, thinking that life seems to have become more interesting indeed, and Master really cares about himself in every possible way.

Ning Changjiu had three nightmares in a row, some were afraid to write names, but he was a little unbelieving.

"Shao Xiaoli."

Ning Changjiu wrote Xiaoli's name, thinking that Xiaoli should always be good...

I ran into a dream, and my eyes were dim with a cold mist. Ning Changjiu saw a sad red dress floating in front of him. The girl in red turned her head, her pale and beautiful cheeks were sickly. Smile: "Yi, you are finally back, this time...you can't escape."

Ning Changjiu got cold all over and hurriedly left his dream.

"Xiaoling, you are the last hope of brother!"

Ning Changsi sat in unobservable for a long time, looking at the marriage book, and looking up at the butterflies in the sky. He couldn't imagine what scary tricks such a simple and lovely girl like Xiaoling could make for him.

Ning Changjiu wrote the three characters Ning Xiaoling righteously.

Sure enough, the dreams with Xiaoling are much warmer.

They returned to the days of Yujian Tianzong again. Ning Xiaoling sat in her room, looking at the thick fog outside the window, shaking her legs, dancing in the pear-white Taoist skirt, her face sideways. The lines are also delicate and feminine.

At this moment, Xiaoling is not as good as Xianger and the others, but they are also cute and beautiful, at least they will not pose a risk to her life.

She seems to have noticed something, turn her head away, with a naive expression: "Are you awake?"

Ning Changjiu realized that something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Well, I woke up." He replied, and found that his throat was a little uncomfortable and the voice was weird. He didn't care, and smiled: "Why is Xiaoling here? If this is for Master to see , We are about to hit the board."

Obviously, Ning Changjiu has resentment for the previous dream.

Ning Xiaoling showed a slightly surprised look: "Hey, haven't I been here these days?"

"These few days? All the time?" Ning Changjiu's pupils shrank slightly, wondering if he had such a conscience?

Ning Xiaoling walked in quietly, stretched out her hand to stroke his forehead, and said: "What's wrong? Is it a fever? Or is it deliberately pretending to be stupid and want to drive Xiaoling away."

"Uh, how come, Xiaoling is the cutest." Ning Changjiu looked at her. Although Xiaoling felt a little strange, she was still the most harmless junior sister compared to the previous wives.

Ning Xiaoling smiled and said: "Sister Ning is the best too!"

Ning Changjiu's smile stiffened on his face.

Ning...Sister? !

He was slightly stiff, he tentatively touched his throat, and found that there seemed to be something missing! He sat up in shock when he was ill, opened the quilt, and saw a pear-flower dancing skirt. He ran to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling cautiously walked behind him, hugged him from behind, and said: "What's the matter with the senior sister? Did you fall asleep? Oh, by the way, the senior sister has been very close to the master recently. Can you figure out a way to trick Master into coming in too, let's...well."

Ning Changjiu looked at the beautiful girl in the Taoist skirt in the mirror, with a somewhat familiar face, um...it's pretty good...no! What am I thinking! Ning Changjiu punched out angrily, smashing the mirror with a bang.

Ning Xiaoling was startled, and he was hesitant to step forward. Ning Changjiu had already taken out the marriage certificate and erased his name.

Unobservable, he woke up for the fifth time.

Ning Changjiu touched his throat and touched something hard, which calmed his mind.

He sighed and lay on the chessboard, feeling exhausted.

How can my dreams become more and more distorted and outrageous...

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to try Liu Xiwan, but the successive shocks made him hesitate. After writing a crooked willow character, Xiwan really didn't dare to write any more.

Ning Changjiu looked at the fiery red marriage letter, then glanced at the closed palace door, and suddenly understood something.

Master seems to let himself fill in names at will, but he has already seen the fate of filling in other names.

So...In fact, this marriage certificate can only be a name.

And that name needs to be written by him himself.

"Master..."

Ning Chang long thought about the shadow of the girl disappearing between the white gauze, startled in a daze.

He sat on the table for a long time, his gaze fell on the marriage certificate, which was like fire, burning his gaze.

The two most recent lives have had the greatest impact on him, and the earlier life experience seemed to him like an illusion of nothingness.

So the fact that Ye Changong is his master has been deeply ingrained in decades of cognition, and the past three or four thousand years ago of being a Taoist couple slaying demons and slaying demons is more like listening It's a cordial history, so even if the two of them are alone at the moment, Ning Changjiu will still call her Master instead of any frivolous and pretentious statements.

This is the respect he respects Ye Chan Gong from the heart, and it is also the inertia of his thinking that he has always formed.

Occasionally, Ning Changjiu would want to break the status quo, and would like to continue the frontline and other things, but when he really stood in front of Master, he looked at Master’s indifferent and elegant appearance, and felt that any thoughts were It is blasphemy.

But...Is the master also actively seeking change?

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes, and his tight heartstrings finally relaxed.

He held the pen, and after a slight pause, the tip of the pen wrote down the name of'Ye Chan Palace'.

When the name was written down, he suddenly felt a sense of sorrow.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and settled, then folded the marriage certificate, walked across the pond, and knocked on the door of the temple.

In the hall door, the white gauze shakes the shadow.

"Has the marriage been written?" Ye Changong's nice voice floated.

"Well, it's finished." Ning Changjiu said calmly.

Ye Chan Palace asked: "Whose name did you write?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The disciple courageously wrote the name of the master."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then the breeze came again, blowing the curtain open.

Among the white gauze, Ye Chan Palace couldn't discern the expression.

"So, is this marriage letter for your teacher?" Ye Changong asked again.

"Yes." Ning Changjiu replied concisely and powerfully.

"Well, you really...you are so bold." Ye Changong nodded lightly, picking up the curtain.

Ning Changjiu looked at Master and presented the marriage letter.

Ye Chan Palace took the marriage certificate, glanced at it, and closed it.

Ning has been waiting for her reply for a long time.

"Very well, then be a teacher..." Ye Changong's words suddenly became cold: "Being a teacher, I want to divorce."

"What?" Ning Changjiu was caught off guard.

Slightly startled, Ning Changjiu woke up suddenly.

He found that he was still sleeping on the chessboard on the stone table, with golden butterflies flying back and forth in the sky, and fishes migrating with fat feet.

Ning Changjiu looked at the marriage letter, it was still blank, without a name.

Everything just now... is still a dream!

She raised her head.

The unobservable Taoist temple quietly fell in front of him, and the door of the temple closed tightly, as if waiting for him to buckle open.

He suddenly understood that he was trapped in Master’s dream. Only when the marriage certificate was truly handed over to Master and accepted by her, could he get out of this cyclical dream!

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(Thanks to the book friend Tauren and the leader of the commander of the rudder for the reward! Thank you very much for your support! What is it~)